A Lithuanian Nightingale for Saturday

The recent resurrection of the amazing works of Vytautas Bacevicius has put a new face on Lithuanian classical music, and I'd bet dollars to donuts that the bulk of American music lovers didn't know Lithuania even had a face of classical music.  This is understandable, as Lithuania is a small country tucked away in a corner of what was the Eastern Bloc for most of the 20th century, and before that the most exposure it got artistically might have been its passing inclusion in Alfred Jarry's batshit anti-art masterpiece Ubu Roi.  However, one name did rise to international prominence at the beginning of the 20th century, not only in music but in painting and literature - Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis.  A dedicated proponent of the symbolist movement, Ciurlionis crafted a considerable body of paintings and musical pieces that show a vivid and fearless imagination with an emphasis on epic fantasy and rich aesthetics.  Before we get to his music I need to show more of Ciurlionis's boss paintings:

Now that's the kind of thing that inspires people to go to art school.  It's clear that Ciurlionis had a passion for unique naturalism, and few piano pieces of his live up to that goal better than The Nightingale, op. 19, no. 3:

Many of Ciurlionis's pieces are miniatures in a Scriabinist vein, though the textures and harmonies he uses are very different, leaning towards sturm und drang forebodingness.  One wouldn't think that a nightingale would inspire creeping dread but Ciurlionis did it and did it with real craftsmanship.  The piece is essentially variations on an ostinato, the first measure in the left hand transposed and unfurled over and over while a right hand whistles and dances in the air.  The melodic figures here are highly chromatic and skewed towards odd angles, deftly imitative of how varied and improvisatory the song of the nightingale really is.  His tempo marking, Con grazia e rubato, quasi un' improvvisazione, allows the pianist to bend and sworl through the bird's turning song, and this pianist takes great and wonderful license in this regard.  It's a great addition to a long line of fascinating nightingale pieces (though nothing will beat Ervin Schulhoff's Bass Nightingale) and a sly introduction to Ciurlionis's very personal music, and at leaf length what more could you need?

~PNK

Alain in an All-Day Rain

Many years ago when I was a student at the University of Puget Sound I came across a CD called Radical Piano.  It was a collection of eclectically progressive works from the first half of the 20th century performed by Easley Blackwood, including Berg's Sonata, Copland's Piano Variations and works I'd never heard of before, such as Prokofiev's Sarcasms, Nielsen's 3 Piano Pieces, op. 59 and Blackwood's own Ten Experimental Pieces in Rhythm and Harmony.  I would later write about Blackwood's microtonal electronic music for my first article for Rhyme of the Unheard, a group-effort blog that gave me my start in this game (and it would later be reposted at Dregs of the Earth), so it's a nice memory trip to revisit my fond memories of his adventurous programming.  Most of the pieces were provocative, even aggressive, but one piece stuck out from the rest as a kind of hypnotic balm to the rest:

I had never heard of Jehan Alain before hearing this piece, so I'm really glad this was my introduction to his unique musical imagination.  This is dream-music done expertly well, focusing not so much on special effects or fragmentation but rather the enveloping sweep of walking through a dream world - the seemingly endless time frame, textures and sounds that wrap themselves around the dreamer like a blanket, unidentifiable moods and a feeling of weightlessness.  Its inspiration is the famous "Ballade des pendus" by Francois Villon, a haunting plea for understanding and mercy by men being sent to the gallows, and an appropriate sense of earnestness in the face of the foreboding permeates the work.  It's a wonderful piece, and it prompted me to look into his other works.

Alain is mostly known today for his organ works, well-set in the French organ tradition that influenced the likes of Abel Decaux and Rene Blin, and for his tragic early death - he was part of a motorcycle unit in the French army in WWII and was killed in action at the age of 29.  While he hasn't gained the kind of international reputation earned by his main influences, Debussy and Messiaen, he has achieved a small but impassioned fanbase, and most of his works remain in print and have been recorded at least once.  The oeuvre of his that I'm most familiar with is his piano literature, published in three volumes posthumously and mostly consisting of enchanting, experimental miniatures.  They reveal a wide array of influences, such as Baroque music, far Eastern cultures and modern poetry, but today I'd like to spotlight one of his most Debussyian pieces, and I'll give you three guesses as to which piece influenced this one:

All of your guesses were most likely "Jardins sous la pluie" from Estampes, and luckily for you this one is called Il pleuvra toute la journee... (It will rain all day...).  Alain's method is highly concentrated - create clashing arpeggios, daisy-chain them together at a high intensity and speed, make a big landing, echo with intentional ambiguity.  The harmonic language is certainly impressionistic but with more instability than Debussy or even the early Messiaen pieces Alain was familiar with.  The title has a great deal of poetic weight to it, allowing the piece to take on a psychological arc of anger and resignation rather than a programmatic one.  This tactic is quite Debussyian - Debussy hated the term "impressionism" being attached to his work and instead considered himself a symbolist like Baudelaire.  Many of his titles, chiefly the titles tacked on to the ends of his Preludes for piano, were poetic evocations rather than strict instructions, such as with the seventh prelude, "Ce qu'a vu le vent d'ouest" ("What the West Wind Saw") - he piece has similarities to a rushing wind but is more interested in psychological allusion.  Alain also places evocation over strictness by writing without a written meter (even though the piece is clearly in 4/4) and leaving the last bar open rather than writing in an ending barline.  This tactic was pioneered by Satie and was adopted by a number of similar-minded (as much as one can be to Satie) composers such as Federico Mompou and Manuel Blancafort (and myself, occasionally).  Another little touch is the pair of fermati in the last bar - normally the composer would only adorn the final note with one, but that moment of hesitation adds a whole new layer of interpretive poetry for the performer.  As the long streak of really nice May days here in Seattle was recently snuffed by cold-'n'-rainy interludes this is a nice piece to look at, and hopefully we'll be able to look at more Alain music in the near future.  Remember - if your weather reporter says rain is coming, play the piano.  It's the only solution.

~PNK